Psalms 22:9-17

⁹But thou art he that took me out of the womb: Thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother’s breasts.

¹⁰I was cast upon thee from the womb: Thou art my God from my mother’s belly.

¹¹Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.

¹²Many bulls have compassed me: Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

¹³They gaped upon me with their mouths, As a ravening and a roaring lion.

¹⁴I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogs have compassed me: The assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I may tell all my bones: They look and stare upon me.